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02-15-2015, 12:50 PM
I woke to the howling of some wild animal; probably a wolf or one of it's many cousins. My slender body was highlighted easily by the moon, my white pelt illuminated by the glow of the Moon Goddess' light. There is a shadowy form ahead of me, one whose hooves offer a magical show of electricity. I know who it is, for I have been mated to that figure for some time now. We are no longer newly weds, and I wonder if she'll change now that we are no longer honeymooning. Well, honestly, did we ever have that honeymoon period? To me, it seems as if we got straight into it, but I'm okay with that. I'm excited to have a family with Destry.
Destry lays down ahead of me and I walk briskly towards her. Upon reaching her moments later, I halt next to her. My velvet mouth falls to her spine as I gently lip at her withers and back. I don't lay down with her for the mere fact that I am protecting her, hovering near her in case something decides to attack. There is one rule in my life that I will follow for eternity, past death, into the the afterlife. I will protect Destry until she no longer wants to be protected. "I've missed you." I speak softly, words kind and caring. She is a drug. I get high on love when she is here, but when she leaves I crash and crave for her.
In the recent, I've been quite absent, lingering in shadows and never coming out. This is the first time I've actually spoken to someone in a while, but I feel comfortable with her. She is my better half, without her I'm broken. She's the tape holding my fragments together. Everyone is a hammer, threatening to break me further. I've avoided Gaucho all together, he is not sensitive (wise?) enough to understand me. He's like a brick-head. To others he may seem smart, but he doesn't get me at all, and in fact, makes me feel worse (without trying to, perhaps?). In all honesty, I don't even like it here. It's not the same, and I wasn't really welcomed here by Africa with open arms, it was more like her shoving me away. I am not even sure who exactly let me in.
Destry lays down ahead of me and I walk briskly towards her. Upon reaching her moments later, I halt next to her. My velvet mouth falls to her spine as I gently lip at her withers and back. I don't lay down with her for the mere fact that I am protecting her, hovering near her in case something decides to attack. There is one rule in my life that I will follow for eternity, past death, into the the afterlife. I will protect Destry until she no longer wants to be protected. "I've missed you." I speak softly, words kind and caring. She is a drug. I get high on love when she is here, but when she leaves I crash and crave for her.
In the recent, I've been quite absent, lingering in shadows and never coming out. This is the first time I've actually spoken to someone in a while, but I feel comfortable with her. She is my better half, without her I'm broken. She's the tape holding my fragments together. Everyone is a hammer, threatening to break me further. I've avoided Gaucho all together, he is not sensitive (wise?) enough to understand me. He's like a brick-head. To others he may seem smart, but he doesn't get me at all, and in fact, makes me feel worse (without trying to, perhaps?). In all honesty, I don't even like it here. It's not the same, and I wasn't really welcomed here by Africa with open arms, it was more like her shoving me away. I am not even sure who exactly let me in.
Success isn't the result of spontaneous combustion.
